"Donor, please keep your hand." A voice suddenly came from the side.

Chen Ming paused for a moment, turned slightly and looked to the side.

I saw a middle-aged monk walking slowly in front.

This monk has an ordinary face, with a big bald head on his head, but his face looks very gentle. Together with his cassock, he gives people the impression of a monk.

"A monk?" Looking at the middle-aged monk walking in the distance, Chen Ming was a little surprised, but without stopping, he directly reached out and took the long gray knife into his hand.

A faint throbbing feeling suddenly occurred, and a faint warmth began to arise in Chen Ming's body. Then the numbers on the source force interface in front of him suddenly changed, and the growth rate increased a little again.

"Donor, stop it quickly." Seeing Chen Ming's actions in front of him, the middle-aged monk was anxious and quickly dissuaded him: "The sword in the hand of the benefactor has a strong evil aura, and there is a faint sound of the howling of the innocent soul. I'm afraid if I hold it

It’s very unknown.”

"Bold!!" Chen Ming did not speak, but stood aside. When he heard the monk's words, Su Ming became furious: "How dare you curse the young master?"

"Amitabha..." Seeing Su Ming's reaction, the middle-aged monk's face showed a little sadness, he clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name.

He waved his hand gently to stop Su Ming from continuing to speak. Looking at the middle-aged monk in front of him, Chen Ming became somewhat interested.

Others may not know the details about the gray knife in his hand, but Chen Ming knows it very well in his heart. It is definitely an evil soldier, otherwise it would be impossible for the King Ying soldier in him to react.

As for evil soldiers hindering the Lord, isn't this a normal thing?

The monk in front of me could see this, and he was not an ordinary person.

"Master, since you think this sword is unknown, what are your plans?" Looking at the monk in front of him, he asked with interest.

"Please also ask the donor to put down this sword and ask the monk to take it back and suppress it."

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said with a sad face: "The young monk chanted sutras that day and night to transform the evil spirit on this knife."

"I'm really sorry." Chen Ming shook his head, his face deliberately showing disdain: "Any ominous remarks, I think they are just nonsense."

"I want to order this knife!"

The evil sword is indeed an evil sword, but it is absolutely impossible for Chen Ming to hand over this sword.

For Chen Ming, these evil soldiers are equivalent to power boosters. They can bring him a steady stream of power bonuses, which is the most precious thing.

Now that this kind of thing is in Chen Ming's hands, it is absolutely impossible to take it out again.

"Alas... In this case, the young monk will be offended."

Standing there, watching Chen Ming's reaction, the middle-aged monk sighed softly, and then spoke.

"What? Do you still want to take action here?" Su Ming sneered from the side.

"Young monk, I don't dare." The middle-aged monk smiled bitterly, and then said, "It's just that this long sword is not the benefactor's property at this time."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the stall owner in front of him, then clasped his hands and said, "Old gentleman, can you sell this long knife to the young monk? The young monk is willing to give you a hundred taels of silver."

"I'm sorry." In front of him, the old man looked sternly and said with a sneer: "It would be fine if it was someone else, but you can't."

"What I hate most in my life is monks!"

He said with a sneer, looking at the middle-aged monk with deep disgust in his eyes.

"This... the old donor seems to have some misunderstanding?" The middle-aged monk smiled bitterly, but when the stall owner said this, he was too embarrassed to say anything more. He could only sigh deeply, and then looked at Chen Ming:

"Little donor, please be careful. It's best to throw this ominous thing away."

"Thank you for your trouble, Master." Chen Ming said softly, and then gave the middle-aged monk a thoughtful look.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but in his feeling, the other party was not looking at him, but at the black gold sword he wore on his waist, which was the Ying Wang Bing.

"Did you find it?"

Feeling the other person's gaze, he thought lightly, but he didn't care much.

Seeing that he could not dissuade Chen Ming in front of him, the middle-aged monk sighed lightly, turned around and left without saying anything. The whole process did not seem to be sloppy at all.

Seeing this, Chen Ming put away the long knife in his hand, paid the bill, and prepared to leave.

"Little brother, you gave me too much money."

In front of me, a hoarse voice sounded.

Looking at the banknote in his hand, the old man at the stall looked at it casually, and then spoke.

"The extra one hundred taels is the money to buy the gray knife."

Chen Ming turned around and said, "The master called out one hundred taels. If I don't give the same number, wouldn't I be putting the elder at a disadvantage?"

"That's the truth." The old man nodded, his stern expression didn't change much, and he didn't say much.

Chen Ming then walked out and towards the location of the previous auction house.

In a far corner.

Seeing Chen Ming and the others leaving, a middle-aged monk left silently and walked into the distance.

Not long after, he walked to an alley and knocked on the door of a room.

"Who?" A rather rough voice sounded, with some vigilance in the voice.

"It's me." The middle-aged monk's expression remained unchanged and he spoke softly.

The door in front of him opened instantly, and a tall and burly figure walked out.

This is a man who looks to be in his thirties. He is wearing a leather robe and has a deep scar on his rough face. He is looking at the middle-aged monk in front of him with a deep joy on his face: "

Master Chang Qu, you are finally here!"

"Well, I just arrived here two days ago and haven't had time to meet you yet."

Chang Qu clasped his hands together, with a gentle smile on his face, looking like a master: "Now, I would like to ask Deacon Liu for a favor."

"Master, please speak." The big man said directly without hesitation.

"Deacon Liu lives here and must be very familiar with this area. Can you help me check two people?" Chang Qu smiled and then said.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Of course this is not a problem." The big man patted his chest and said directly.

After saying this, he asked curiously: "I wonder what Master wants from these two people. Is there anything I need help with?"

"Alas." Chang Qu sighed, with a hint of sadness on his face: "I just met a young benefactor outside, and he has evil soldiers with him. It's really unknown."

"I advised him to put down the evil soldiers, but this little benefactor was too stubborn and refused to listen to what I said, which is really a disaster."

"Such a person really does not know what is good and what is evil!"

The big man was furious when he heard this. Without waiting for Chang Qu to speak, he took the initiative and said: "Such a person who doesn't know good from evil should not exist in the world. I am willing to take action for the master to get rid of this person who doesn't know good from evil. Then I will harm him."

The evil soldiers are sent to the master."

"Deacon Liu said this too much."

Hearing the big man's words, Chang Qu frowned, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "A monk should be compassionate, how can he kill indiscriminately?"

"It's enough to destroy his hands and legs and give him a little punishment."

A disabled person with both hands and feet is also called a compassionate person?

"Master is really a compassionate person." The big man twitched his mouth, but the next moment he cupped his hands, with a look of admiration on his face: "Then I'm going to prepare now?"

"It's better for me to take action myself." After standing there and thinking for a while, Chang Qu finally sighed and said, "This evil soldier is too evil. If ordinary people take action, I'm afraid it won't be able to defeat it. It's better for me to do it myself."

good."

"Deacon Liu just needs to keep an eye on them."

"Then let's get ready right now." The big man cupped his hands, and then hurriedly walked out to prepare.

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"It's almost starting."

On the other side, accompanied by Su Ming, Chen Ming walked into a relatively spacious small room.

The small room is quite spacious, with several wooden tables placed in it and a maid waiting on it.

Compared with the seats at the back of the auction house, this room is located in the front rows, and you can directly and clearly see the venue in front, and the visual effect is very good.

After sitting here for a while and waiting quietly, several figures began to appear in front of me.

An old man wearing a black robe walked in front, with a smile on his face, and slowly walked to the center of the venue, being watched by everyone.

"There is no need to say more if it is unnecessary. I believe everyone knows the rules."

In the front, the old man in black robe didn't talk nonsense. He smiled and said this directly, and then revealed the theme this time.

"The first thing is a black crystal sword made of black crystal."

The maid on the side slowly walked forward holding a box, and then opened the curtain on the box, revealing the black sword inside.

The material of this long sword is very unique. The entire sword seems to be made of a pure black crystal. At this moment, it reflects a little shimmer in the weak light around it, making it look very beautiful.

"I believe everyone here knows what black crystal is, but I will give you a brief introduction here."

On the stage, the old man had a smile on his face: "Although black crystal looks like crystal, it is actually a forging material with excellent texture."

"In usual forging, just adding a little black crystal can improve the quality of the weapon by several percent..."

"The black crystal sword in front of you is mostly made of black crystal, with fine silver, glazed stone and other more than a dozen fine materials. It was jointly crafted by several of the most famous craftsmen in Longshui. It can be said to be a rare masterpiece."

"The starting price is one thousand taels of silver."

There was silence for a while, until a while passed, and then sounds started to sound one after another.

Not long after, the price of this black gold sword skyrocketed, from the original one thousand taels of silver to eight thousand, and the number of bidders gradually decreased.

Sitting quietly in the box, listening to the constant calls for prices around him, Chen Ming felt a little bored.

He is somewhat interested in this black crystal sword, but this interest is mainly due to curiosity about the black crystal material, rather than the black crystal sword itself.

He doesn't use a sword himself, so even if he got this sword, he probably wouldn't be able to use it smoothly.

So he just looked at it, quietly watching the people around him shouting prices.
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